Page 82 of Fatal Vision

Chapter Fifteen

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THE EXPLOSION KNOCKEDShelby on her ass.

She went from sitting in a dining room chair to lying on the floor several feet away with a heavy weight on top of her and a high-pitched ringing in her ears.

Beep, beep, beep. The security system alarm was going full-blast, adding to the noise.

She coughed, sucking in dust when she tried to breathe through her mouth. Her weak leg was pinned down.

She blinked rapidly, coughing again, and raised her head. Light from a large hole in the wall illuminated the room. Dust and debris coated everything.

I can see!

And on the heels of that thought came another.

Bomb.

Someone had blown a hole in her house.

“Colton!” she yelled, her voice sounding distant and muted by the ringing in her ears and the droning alarm.

Through the haze hanging in the air, she saw red hair, a black jacket. “Sabrina…Connor…”

Neither moved.

Her vision blurred and a sudden wave of nausea swamped her. Part of the table had flown backward with her, collapsing on top of her and pinning her bad leg. It had also protected her from some of the flying debris.

Pain seared her lower leg when she tried to move it. She looked down to see a piece of glass sticking up from her calf, blood soaking the ripped edges of her pants.

Splintered wood and glass were everywhere. Reaching out, Shelby grabbed for her upended walker, stretching for all she was worth. It was just out of reach and she heaved herself forward.

A shadow fell across her face. She swiveled toward it. “Colton?”

A large, black-clad figure moved through the hole in the wall, stepping carefully through the debris. Shelby blinked again, trying to clear her blurry vision, the pain in her leg screaming when she tried to sit up.

Sabrina moaned and a chair leg fell off her as she shifted slightly in the rubble.

The man was tall, a ski mask covering his face, black racing gloves on his hands. He knelt beside Connor, removed one glove and checked for a pulse.

“Help,” Shelby said. “He needs help.”

The man replaced his glove. He withdrew something from his pocket.

The small, black gun didn’t register with Shelby for a second, then a fresh wave of nausea hit her as she watched him place the gun to Connor’s forehead.

“No!” Sabrina sat up and kicked out at the guy.

The man was quicker. He grabbed Sabrina’s ankle and shoved her aside. He turned the gun on her and…

Bam. Bam.

Shelby’s scream was lost in the concussion of the two shots to Sabrina’s chest.

Picking up a piece of two-by-four that had been ripped from the wall, Shelby aimed for the man’s head. The wood nicked his shoulder, but did nothing more than bring his attention to her.